08/22/2026
The Four Seasons
by Cecil Frances Alexander
(1818-1895)
Spring
The fields are rich with daffodils,
A coat of clover cloaks the hills,
And I must dance, and I must sing
To see the beauty of the spring.
Summer
The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,
It is a time of carefree days;
And bees abuzz that chance to pass
May see me snoozing in the grass.
Fall
The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,
A shower sprinkles softly down;
The air is fragrant, crisp, and cool,
And once again I'm stuck in school.
Winter
The birds are gone, the world is white,
The winds are wild, they chill and bite;
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I can barely feel my feet.
The last is done, the next is here,
The same as it is every year;
Spring -- then sunshine - autumn - snow,
That is how each year must go.
[Image: A Masque for the Four Seasons (1905-1909) oil painting on canvas by English artist Walter Crane (1845-1915). Hessisches Landesmuseum, Darmstadt.]
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